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EGO

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate EGO. EASING GOD OUT is one way to describe it. The same Friend is wondering how EGO affects her life. LIZZY has no idea what it means to her. What does it mean to other people ? Jamie Duff once told HER that suicidal thoughts could be a healthy sign of one layer of the EGO killing off another. ‘ERE WE EGO.

The basic ego of a human being is expressed as ts’ao-yuan i-ti-shui, “a drop of water in the source”

from ZEN FROG

“Wanting keeps the ego alive much more than having. Let’s talk about that.”

Tolle replied: “One of the main structures of the ego is it is never satisfied.”

King Solomon who had more opulence, wealth, and women than probably any man who ever lived said repeatedly “It is all vanity and vexation of spirit” (Ecclesiastes 1:14). Solomon who also possessed great wisdom, astounded many with his sayings, perhaps including himself at such revelatory discoveries.

Sri Chinmoy Devotional Poems !

Soul stirring eyes of gold delight,
All where reigning supreme-
Our blind secrecy’s dream
She seizes with Her all forgiving Sight.

Torn now asunder our ego’s screen,
Under Her Smile of Grace
Blooms quick our surrender’s face.
She paves the way to a life evergreen.

 

 

 

 “I like the moment when I break a man’s ego”
(Bobby Fischer)

Snakes hiss; pigs grunt; and bills moo! They are asserting their ego, intent on keeping others away. Of the traits of ego, pride is the most poisonous. But, the pride of the scholar and the vanity of Pundits are so thick, that it is impossible for them to get rid of these.”

Sri Sathya Sai Baba quotes (Indian Spiritual leader, b.1926)

 

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PRIDE AND EGO

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate  PRIDE and EGO. SHE has a friend who identifies PRIDE and EGO as the elements deciding her life.

Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man.
C. S. Lewis

“The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty.   It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a
milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way
no other season did, hushed, solemn.”
–   Patricia Hampl

When you find one that actually has no ability to love, stay away. If the ego is so big that all they want is for their “Me” to be taken care of, you will run out of gas.

  No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. Two people, when they love each other, grow alike in their tastes and habits and pride, but their moral natures (whatever we may mean by that canting expression) are never welded. The base one goes on being base, and the noble one noble, to the end.

 

 

 

 

False Personality, Ego, Vanity, Self-Love, Pride….where do they reside?  In my present condition, I cannot hope to storm their camp.  At present, the most I can hope for is to fling a few stones in their direction and then watch them change form and adapt themselves to the changing inner landscape, much like the movie Predator, which illustrates the scale and magnitude of what we are up against when we take on the struggle against all that comprises the lower self in us.  It also reminds me of a kid throwing stones at a tank that is rumbling through his village….ineffectual, at best…and yet hearing that “clank” sound gives such a good feeling!   I feel it’s important to throw those stones and to make those efforts.  Each skirmish teaches something, if nothing else, how very daunting and hopeless the situation seems and that we have to redouble our efforts as well as modifying our techniques and tactics.  If hope does exist, the key lies in my attention, which is able to act as the sword that cuts through the veil of illusion and hypnosis by the simple act of observing the false personality/ego.  The light of observation has a way of bringing me into sharp focus since the false and lower self isn’t able to function while being watched and I thereby attain a degree of liberation from their influence. 

 

 

From the Nobel Prize Speech of the writer William Faulkner.

“…the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid: and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed–love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, and victories without hope and worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.”

 A Sadguru does not, even in his dream, expect any service or profit from his disciples . On the contrary he wishes to serve them. He does not think that he is great and the disciple small. Not only he loves him as his son but regards him as equal to himself or as Brahma. The main characteristic of a Sadguru is that he is the abode of peace. He is never restless nor ruffled. He has no pride of his learning. The poor and the rich, the small and the great, are the same to him.http://www.starsai.com/

TEARS AND CRYING

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the SHEER sit down crying powerlessness of IT ALL. The CENTRELINK  DON’T PAY AUSTUDY TO PHD STUDENTS – Kids don’t live near us and I AM MAD WITH YOU sobbing on the end of the bed tears.

No sooner did I bend over and scratch the soil with the hoe that I began to unearth bits
and pieces … of my past.  Memories forever rooted in time were clustered in my garden
consciousness like potatoes, waiting, crying to be dug up.  …  I plant flowers and vegetables. 
I harvest memories – and life.
–   Nancy H. Jordan, 1993

If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Ticks, bedbugs and a crying child are insupportable. Lebanese

 

 

 

Music has been my playmate, my lover, and my crying towel.  ~Buffy Sainte-Marie

 

 

SIXTEEN ACRES

A few acres of heartache
Of, the most sacred ground
But, all “they” see is money
The most valuable, around.

We all know, who will win
It’s “them”, with all the means
It won’t be the souls, that cry
From, those most horrific scenes.

And if “they” build, buildings
Each window, will show
The reflections of a life
Someone, will never know.

There will be, some peeking out
And, looking to the sky
To, see the crash, that took them
And ask, the question, “Why?”

There will be, some looking down
And, trying to find release
Amongst the structures that “they” build
But, there will be no peace.

Del aka Abe Jones
9-3-02

     Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

      If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is “God is crying.” And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is “Probably because of something you did.”

 

FEET

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate FEET. Feet made for all manner of things. Feet and shoes and walking.

 

 The hills tell each other, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,
And let thy holy feet visit our clime.

“The birds are gone, The ground is white,
The winds are wild, They chill and bite;  
The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
 
And I barely feel my feet.

   One never tests the depth of the river with two feet, only one. – Rachel Bouffard

  Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.  ~Edward Payson Rod

 

Never have a path for walking on less than three feet wide.
–   Martin Hoyles

 

 

 

The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes,
flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you.
Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain, common work as it comes,
certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life.
–  Robert Louis Stevenson

    I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

 

“These people aren’t your friends, they’re paid to kiss your feet.”
Radiohead

 

DISTANCE BETWEEN

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the DISTANCE between. HE is travelling North with the PASPALUM Band and SHE is at home in The Cottage on The Hill. Separation is a strange thing. One goes away for one reason and something else happens. Lets see what it is.

 The love of horses knows not it’s own depth till the hour of separation.

And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. –Kahlil Gibran

MILAREPA

All worldly pursuits have but one unavoidable and inevitable end, which is sorrow; acquisitions end in dispersion; buildings in destruction; meetings in separation; births in death. Knowing this, one should, from the very first, renounce acquisitions and storing-up, and building, and meeting; and, faithful to the commands of an eminent Guru, set about realizing the Truth. That alone is the best of religious observances.

“Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation.”

 

 

 

A human being is a part of the whole, called by us Universe, a part limited in time
and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something
separated from the rest–a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This
delusion is a kind of prison, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection
for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free from this prison by
widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole
nature in its beauty.
–   Albert Einstein

 

 

There are sacred moments in life when we experience in rational and
very direct ways that separation, the boundary between ourselves 
and other people and between ourselves and Nature, is illusion.
Oneness is reality.  We can experience that stasis is illusory and
that reality is continual flux and change on very subtle and also
on gross levels of perception.
–   Charlene Spretnak

 

The art of the sword consists of never being concerned with victory or defeat, with strength or weakness, of not moving one step forward, nor one step backward, or the enemy not seeing me and my not seeing the enemy. Penetrating to that which is fundamental before the separation of heaven and earth where even yin and yang cannot reach, one instantly attains proficiency in the art.
– Takuan

 

There is a void in your soul,
      ready to be filled.
You feel it, don’t you?
You feel the separation
      from the Beloved.
Invite Him to fill you up,
      embrace the fire.

Mevlana Rumi (1207 – 1273)
 There is a Candle in Your Heart, trans. Sharam Shiva

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LIGHTS AT NIGHT

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the lights at night. On the Far Ridge they string like a necklet. Along the Heights and out to sea. And on occasion – nights like this one light or two shine down at the Creek where the farmer lets people camp – from time to time. In the Cottage SHE has lights on. The Main House – because its sad up there now – has just the one or two lights in the living room before my old gentleman goes to bed. Once it was lit with dozens of candles and bright lights and on occasion the driveway lights were on as well. Up through the pine trees where tonight she saw the White Hoot Owl who was here when she came to live here 3 years ago. The day Marian died and one month before her father slept into the forever.

In the Cottage, SHE has all the lights on except for the bathroom where the fan comes on and whirrs with the light. Way back in Tumbulgum , sometimes the Very Bad Man would leave the porch light on for her and sometimes her son would come out and make sure she was home OK. Now SHE is home and waiting for HIM to come home and that means she has the LIGHTS ON.

Down at the Ovals at the Club , the lights were on till 9pm for the soccer game. Cars parked all over and cheers SHE can hear from The Hill.  Soon , the Moon will rise from the Ocean and then SHE will turn out her lights and lie in bed with Moonlight.

TALKING AT NIGHT WITH AN IRISH LASS

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate HER talks with other women. Too few lately. Tonight Siobhan called from Coffs Harbour and a good deal of talking was done and listening. A TAD OVER THE TOP – says Siobhan. When talking about HER reactions to the Loon of the Wintermoon. So they talked for hours through the Autumn afternoon into the sweetness of night while HE played with Kel and Scrubby in Fernvale Hall for an Anzac thingy. A wee talk with the Irish does no harm at all. Does a fair bit of good indeed it does. Motivates HER into defrosting the fridge and that takes some MOTIVATING. Its the talk with the IRISH so it is. Siobhan is from Northern Ireland and HER ancestors are from Limerick and Tipperary. Meantime Lizzy is trying to find out things about Patrick McNally from Roscommon. A long time ago. Wild Geese on the windowsill.

Here’s to your roof,
may it be well thatched
And here’s to all
under it –
May they be
well matched.
Irish Toast

My mama always used to tell me: ‘If you can’t find somethin’ to live for, you best find somethin’ to die for.
~famous irish saying by Tupac Shakur

We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.
– Winston Churchill

There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
– John Millington Synge

The Irish gave the bagpipes to the Scotts as a joke, but the Scotts haven’t seen the joke yet.
– Oliver Herford

If you are lucky enough to be Irish, then you are lucky enough.

Great hate follows great love.
Irish Proverb

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